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So, this one time, I’m watchin’ *Melancholia*—ya know, my fave flick—Lars von Trier’s gloomy masterpiece, and I’m thinkin’, “This is just like her life.” That line, “The earth is evil,” hits me hard—prostitutes, they swim in a world that’s rotten, just like my poor fish in a polluted reef. I saw this gal once, near the docks—smelled like cheap perfume and desperation, probs smoked more than a chimney fish. Made me mad, ya know? Society’s all, “Oh, lock ‘em up,” but who’s savin’ ‘em from the net? Not us, nah, we’re too busy judgin’.

Erotic offers in Wilhermsdorf

Since May, prostitutes from Bulgaria and Romania have been crowding into the district. Bernd Weiss knows the scene from his work at the church community center. He hears about .

Ah, my dear friend, hark! Thou art coming to Wilhermsdorf, and I am here to regale thee with tales of mine humble abode—a city of mirth and mystery, where my massage parlor doth serve weary souls. Let me spin thee a yarn in iambic cadence with bits of mirth, err, and even a sprinkle of madness, like echoes from that grim masterpiece, "The Act of Killing," where “the stark light is as fierce as truth.”